"So there's nothing?" Anna asked Jackson. "Even with how fast they
collected the carpet, there was still nothing?"
"Right now, all we could get David Hayward on would be an unpaid parking ticket," Jackson told her. "And he doesn't have one. Believe me, I checked."
"So what happens now?" Anna asked. "David just walks from this?"
"I'm afraid so. Unless we can find something else to pin on him."
"We're talking about David Hayward, Jack."
"I'm glad you see it my way, Anna," Jackson said. "I wasn't sure you knew what team you were playing for."
"If you're afraid of me having mixed loyalties," Anna said, standing, "don't be. I've already made it quite clear to David that it's over between us."
"Good. That's good, because if we're going to go after him, I can't have you changing your mind halfway through." Anna paused a moment, looking curiously at Jackson. "I thought you said we didn't have anything." Jackson's eyebrows raised. "What do you have?"
"Maria Grey."
Greenlee walked slowly down Plumbtree Road. She figured that the fresh air would do her good, and it was only a little over two blocks to Pine Valley Memorial Park. She needed the walk to clear her mind. As the crisp wind blew, Greenlee pulled her jacket closed and her collar up to cover her ears. She thought of nothing as she walked towards the park, but kept a forward glance as not to collide with anything.
It wasn't long before Greenlee stepped onto the grass in the park and slowly made her way to a bench. Greenlee sat, folding her arms across her chest. She stared at the couples who walked together on the paths and the parents as they played with their children, and imagined what it could have been like with Leo.
After a moment, Greenlee stood, and with her arms still folded around herself she walked slowly towards Pine Valley Lake. It was vast blueness, as far out as she could see. Just the thought of this same lake being an outlet to Miller's Falls made Greenlee cringe. The sight of
her husband tumbling over the falls replayed over and over in her mind. "Even I grabbed a ledge, Leo," she moaned silently. "I tried to stay here for you. I'm alive because of my love for you. Wasn't your love for me just as strong?" Greenlee paused a moment as if she were
waiting for an answer. "Why didn't you grab a ledge then, and let Vanessa fall alone? She should have fell alone." Greenlee could no longer stand being alone in the park. She turned back in the direction of the Loft apartment and began walking without looking back.
David wrapped his scarf around his neck as he stepped out of his car and found his way through the cemetery to Leo's freshly covered grave. He crouched down in front of it, reading the inscription to himself:
Leonardo "Leo" du Pres December 3, 1974 to October 17,2002 Loving husband, brother, and friend.
"God, Leo," David said. "You were so young. You had so much life ahead of you." He paused, applying pressure to his temple with his thumb and middle finger. "I can't explain what's going on with me, with Greenlee. She misses you so much and I think I'm making it worse.
Something about last night just seemed so right, but..." David paused and softly chuckled. "Look at me, wondering if I should feel guilty about this. The truth is...I think I'm falling in love with her and...I do feel guilty. I feel guilty because she's in love with you, Leo. She is love
with you, and she's carrying your child. I don't want to steal you away from her, your memory. And I don't want to rush her into anything. I just want to be there for her, She sure isn't making it easy. I don't think she plans to either." David paused again. "Help me out, Leo. Point me in the right direction. Show me where to go with this."
Greenlee entered the doors of 1421 Plumbtree Road. She unbuttoned her coat and started for the elevator.
"Mrs. du Pres," she heard. A young, uniformed man, who worked for the apartment approached her. "Mrs. du Pres. This came for you." Greenlee took the envelope from the young man's hand. "Thanks," she said unenthusiastically. She turned and walked towards the
elevator, tearing the envelope open as she did. She pressed the button, and removed the letter and unfolded it, beginning to read the words on the page as the elevator doors opened. Greenlee, however, didn't get on. Instead she stood, almost frozen.
"Oh, my God," she said, and then suddenly turned and ran out of the building.
"Maria Grey," Anna asked Jackson, who was now leaning back in his chair, a telltale grin on his face. "We don't know anything new about Maria."
"Think about it," Jackson said.
Anna paused a moment, shaking her head, unsure of whereof where Jackson was heading. "Maria... claims that it was David who made her lose her memory." She could see that Jackson was looking for more.
"We can't prove that, Jack. Not with out the results on what was in that vial. We can't risk a trial on just the word of...Maureen Gorman."
"There," Jackson exclaimed. "Say that again."
"We can't risk a trial on the word of Maureen Gorman?"
"Maureen Gorman." Jackson paused. "Maria says that David Hayward is the reason why she can't remember, why she was force to live the past five years as Maureen Gorman."
"What's your point?" Anna asked.
"Think, Anna. If David is responsible for her assuming this new identity, what happened to the real Maureen Gorman?"
Suddenly, Anna's office door swung open and Greenlee rushed in, followed by an officer.
"I'm sorry, chief," the officer said. "She just ran right passed me."
"It's alright," Anna said, motioning for the officer to leave.
"What is it, Greenlee?"
Greenlee walked up to Anna's desk and slammed down the envelope in front of her, practically shaking as she spoke.
"Vanessa's still alive."
"Right now, all we could get David Hayward on would be an unpaid parking ticket," Jackson told her. "And he doesn't have one. Believe me, I checked."
"So what happens now?" Anna asked. "David just walks from this?"
"I'm afraid so. Unless we can find something else to pin on him."
"We're talking about David Hayward, Jack."
"I'm glad you see it my way, Anna," Jackson said. "I wasn't sure you knew what team you were playing for."
"If you're afraid of me having mixed loyalties," Anna said, standing, "don't be. I've already made it quite clear to David that it's over between us."
"Good. That's good, because if we're going to go after him, I can't have you changing your mind halfway through." Anna paused a moment, looking curiously at Jackson. "I thought you said we didn't have anything." Jackson's eyebrows raised. "What do you have?"
"Maria Grey."
Greenlee walked slowly down Plumbtree Road. She figured that the fresh air would do her good, and it was only a little over two blocks to Pine Valley Memorial Park. She needed the walk to clear her mind. As the crisp wind blew, Greenlee pulled her jacket closed and her collar up to cover her ears. She thought of nothing as she walked towards the park, but kept a forward glance as not to collide with anything.
It wasn't long before Greenlee stepped onto the grass in the park and slowly made her way to a bench. Greenlee sat, folding her arms across her chest. She stared at the couples who walked together on the paths and the parents as they played with their children, and imagined what it could have been like with Leo.
After a moment, Greenlee stood, and with her arms still folded around herself she walked slowly towards Pine Valley Lake. It was vast blueness, as far out as she could see. Just the thought of this same lake being an outlet to Miller's Falls made Greenlee cringe. The sight of
her husband tumbling over the falls replayed over and over in her mind. "Even I grabbed a ledge, Leo," she moaned silently. "I tried to stay here for you. I'm alive because of my love for you. Wasn't your love for me just as strong?" Greenlee paused a moment as if she were
waiting for an answer. "Why didn't you grab a ledge then, and let Vanessa fall alone? She should have fell alone." Greenlee could no longer stand being alone in the park. She turned back in the direction of the Loft apartment and began walking without looking back.
David wrapped his scarf around his neck as he stepped out of his car and found his way through the cemetery to Leo's freshly covered grave. He crouched down in front of it, reading the inscription to himself:
Leonardo "Leo" du Pres December 3, 1974 to October 17,2002 Loving husband, brother, and friend.
"God, Leo," David said. "You were so young. You had so much life ahead of you." He paused, applying pressure to his temple with his thumb and middle finger. "I can't explain what's going on with me, with Greenlee. She misses you so much and I think I'm making it worse.
Something about last night just seemed so right, but..." David paused and softly chuckled. "Look at me, wondering if I should feel guilty about this. The truth is...I think I'm falling in love with her and...I do feel guilty. I feel guilty because she's in love with you, Leo. She is love
with you, and she's carrying your child. I don't want to steal you away from her, your memory. And I don't want to rush her into anything. I just want to be there for her, She sure isn't making it easy. I don't think she plans to either." David paused again. "Help me out, Leo. Point me in the right direction. Show me where to go with this."
Greenlee entered the doors of 1421 Plumbtree Road. She unbuttoned her coat and started for the elevator.
"Mrs. du Pres," she heard. A young, uniformed man, who worked for the apartment approached her. "Mrs. du Pres. This came for you." Greenlee took the envelope from the young man's hand. "Thanks," she said unenthusiastically. She turned and walked towards the
elevator, tearing the envelope open as she did. She pressed the button, and removed the letter and unfolded it, beginning to read the words on the page as the elevator doors opened. Greenlee, however, didn't get on. Instead she stood, almost frozen.
"Oh, my God," she said, and then suddenly turned and ran out of the building.
"Maria Grey," Anna asked Jackson, who was now leaning back in his chair, a telltale grin on his face. "We don't know anything new about Maria."
"Think about it," Jackson said.
Anna paused a moment, shaking her head, unsure of whereof where Jackson was heading. "Maria... claims that it was David who made her lose her memory." She could see that Jackson was looking for more.
"We can't prove that, Jack. Not with out the results on what was in that vial. We can't risk a trial on just the word of...Maureen Gorman."
"There," Jackson exclaimed. "Say that again."
"We can't risk a trial on the word of Maureen Gorman?"
"Maureen Gorman." Jackson paused. "Maria says that David Hayward is the reason why she can't remember, why she was force to live the past five years as Maureen Gorman."
"What's your point?" Anna asked.
"Think, Anna. If David is responsible for her assuming this new identity, what happened to the real Maureen Gorman?"
Suddenly, Anna's office door swung open and Greenlee rushed in, followed by an officer.
"I'm sorry, chief," the officer said. "She just ran right passed me."
"It's alright," Anna said, motioning for the officer to leave.
"What is it, Greenlee?"
Greenlee walked up to Anna's desk and slammed down the envelope in front of her, practically shaking as she spoke.
"Vanessa's still alive."